About Me
i want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket that conveys the importance of you. to assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. i want all the possibilities of you in writing... i want to give your reflection. i want your eyes on me. i want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there. i want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. i want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone. i want... i want so much I'm breathless. i want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it. i want my words to scream through you. i want the poem not to mean that much. and i want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean. i want you to be distant and for me to feel you close. i want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night. i want all the seasons in one day.
i want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. i want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. i want to think your thoughts because they're mine. i want only what's urgent with you. i want to get in the way of the barriers and i want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already. and i want you to be tender, like you do already. and i want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. and i want it to be bigger than us, i want it to take over us. i want to forget. i want to remember us. and when you say you love me, i don't want to think you really mean new york city and all the fun we have in it. and i want your smile always and your grimaces too. i want your scar on my lips and i want your dissappointments in my heart. i want your strength in my soul, and i want my soul in your eyes. i want to believe everything you say, and i do. and i want you to tell me what's best, when i don't know. and when you're lost i want to find you. and when your weary, i want to give you steeples, cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams. i want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted in the blinding light... (chelsea walls).i live for: devil poets, words, dreams, beauty, love, karma, sweet sounds, acoustic guitars, rainstorms, amazing friends, making lists, the beach, crashing waves, the past, present, future, remembering, forgetting, endless possibilities...a:hover {color:660000 !important; text-decoration:none !important; text-transform:none !important; font-weight:normal !important; font-style:normal
